swing glass.

some things get me down. like when people act superficially toward me. you know the feeling when they give you a vague, glassy nod. then they turn away while you're talking and you know they're not really listening. or when you suspect they're hiding something negative from you. something fake, something that says you're not important. and when you ask them a question as a trap, they give you a half-hearted lie. they don't even bother to deceive you convincingly. i despise people who lie to me, talk down to me or use me as a substitute. there you go sometimes im just an impetuous self-asserting snob. other times, mostly in school, im a hamster. running hard.

but other things make me happy. like swings- to be enjoyed only if they're rare. like surprises. like wohwoh. like good friends in school and out. like a good movie. like a revelation during qt. like when someone understands perfectly what you mean. like coincidences. like plans of intrigue- like tomorrow's race. boy, am i excited. most other times im up. (: only sometimes the swing slows, i lose my stamina, and the highs fade.